His scalp was cut
some considerable. He was taken into a house nearby, and a doctor called
in to stitch him up. Somers sent us to find his messmates. We found
your friend, Hastings, and took him around there. Hastings wanted us to
find you, and bring you there, messmate."
"Poor old Eph!" muttered Jack. "Tough luck, and at a bad time for us."
"We'll take you 'round to where your messmates are," volunteered the
sailor. "Hastings was particular that you come at once."
"I'll get a carriage to bring Mr. Somers home in," Jack suggested.
"Oh, your messmate, Hastings, has sent a feller for a carriage," broke
in the first sailor, hastily.
"Good enough," Jack nodded. "Then say, boys, I'll just run back to the
hotel. I left Radwin in there. I'll be right back with you. You'll
wait for me, surely, won't you?"
"Oh, sure!" chorused both sailors. Then, as Jack Benson scurried down
the street, the two supposed sailors turned to each other, chuckling
softly.
"Sure we'll waits" repeated one of the pair.
It was several minutes ere Jack returned, coming up almost breathlessly.
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